Imagine getting arlong pregnant? 😍
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Once upon a time, Arlong thought it was humiliating how whipped he is for you. Somewhere along the way, though, the thought is thrown out the window. Maybe it’s the way you treat his men with kindness or the way you bring those corrupt marines to their knees with a single flare of haki. Eventually, as your relationship grows, he’s overcome with a frantic need he can’t put a name to. He wants to have his hands on you all the time, constantly leaving imprints of his teeth in visible places like your neck and the curve of your jaw, and glowers at anyone who gets too close to you.
But you have a busy schedule, which means you can’t be with him all the time. It’s frustrating, especially since he doesn’t know what’s wrong, and it makes him snappy. Until he sees it. Your latest rescue is composed of an unconventional family— a fishman, a human woman, and their hybrid child. She’s undeniably adorable. With little webbed hands and feet, sharp little teeth, and gills on the sides of her neck. She grins toothily at her father, looking so tiny in his arms.
He. Wants. One.
Arlong rides your cock all through the night, even when his thighs strain and sweat slides down his spine, until his cunt is so full that he makes a frothy mess of your pelvis. You seem taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm until you catch the longing way he stares at the family as they make themselves at home in the village. You’re more lenient after that, not protesting when he pulls you into an empty lounge and nudges you to sit in one of the massive sofas before straddling you.
“What?” He asks gruffly when he spots the cheeky grin on your face, even as he strokes you to full hardness. He’s so wet that his slick drips down onto your cock, dribbling down your length as he hovers over you.
“You really want a baby, huh?” You ask teasingly, slipping your hands under his open shirt to touch his bare skin.
His face gains a smug look, his sharp teeth flashing as he grins down at you. It’s distinctly shark-like, his pupils blown hungrily. “And you’re gonna give it to me.” With that, he lowers himself, sinking your cock into his warm, wet cunt.
“Yeah, I am.” You mumble, sighing contentedly as he begins rocking his hips. Eventually, his efforts are rewarded with that heavy feeling in his lower belly that other fishmen have described when being gravid. Unfortunately for every innocent soul in the village that has fallen victim to his murderous glares, it’s only increased his possessiveness.
